I have spent my life in jungles.
I have spent my life freezing in the
Andes Mountains.
I have seen people die.
A little boy, Andrew Manman, the Muslims shot
him five times through the stomach and left
him on a sidewalk simply because he cried
out, I am so afraid, but I cannot
deny Jesus Christ.
Please don't kill me, but I will not
deny Him.
And he died in a pool of blood.
And you talk about being a radical Christian
because you wear a T-shirt.
Because you go to a conference.
I am talking about holiness.
I am talking about godliness.
I wish, do you know what a move
of God would be in this place if
all of you came under conviction?
If I myself came under conviction of the
Holy Spirit, we fell down on our faces
and weeped because we watch the things that
God hates.
Because we wear the things that God hates.
Because we act like the world, look like
the world, smell like the world.
Because we do the very things and we
know not that we do these things because
we do not know the Word of God.
Because even though we claim as a denomination
that the Scriptures are the infallible Word of
God, basically all we get is illustration stories
and quaint little novels.
Oh, that God would blow on this place.
That we would turn away from our sin.
That we would renounce the things that are
displeasing to God.
And then that we would run to Him
and we would relish Him and we would
love Him.
Oh, that God would raise up missionaries.
I do not wish the same things your
parents want for you.
They want for you security and insurance and
nice homes.
They want for you cars and respect.
I want for you the same thing I
want for my son.
That one day he takes a banner, the
banner of Jesus Christ, and he places it
on a hill where no one has ever
placed a banner before.
And he cries out, Jesus Christ is Lord,
even if it costs my son his life.
Or when he's 18 years old, if he
says to me the same thing I said
when I was a young man, I'm going
into the mountains, I'm going into the jungle.
And they say, you can't go there, you're
insane, it's a war, you're going to die.
I'm going.
When that little boy puts on that backpack,
I'm going to pray over him and say,
go.
Go.
God be with you.
And if you die, my son, I'll see
you over there and I'll honor your death.
Oh, my God.
Let's pray.
Oh, God, I don't care about reputation.
I don't care what men think.
I want you to be honored.
I want these young people to be saved.
I want those that are saved to stop
looking around them at a cultural Christianity that
you hate and will spew out of your
mouth, and that they will look at the
Word of God and say, I will follow
Jesus.
Oh, God, I pray for youth ministers and
pastors, and I pray that you'd fill them
with a spirit of wisdom and love and
boldness and discernment.
And, dear God, whatever the cost, I pray
that you would raise up missionaries.
I can't help but look at these kids
and think of my own little boy.
Oh, God, that you would save him and
that you would raise him up and send
him into the worst part of the battle.
Oh, dear God, raise up missionaries here.
Raise up missionaries.
Raise up preachers and pastors and reachers and
evangelists.
And know the Word of God.
Oh, God, work in this place.
Please work in this place, dear God.
Please.